Kana looked at her armchair. A feat she probably accomplished a million times already. Yet, this time was unique.
Why??
Cause there was a frigging boy tied up to it.
Not just any boy too. It was Steve. A boy whose funeral she just recently attended.
And yet there he was, ringing her doorbell so early in the morning or late at night, whichever phrase sounds creepy.
The second she saw him taking a step towards her after she opened the door, her fist found it's way to his nose. A second later, he was on the floor. After deciding to hear him out (not like she trusted him, more like she trusted herself to deal with him if stuff went haywire...) she tied him up to her armchair and waited for him to wake up.
As the night grew colder, Kana stood awake, waiting, her wooden sword in her hand, her red hair flowing majestically in the wind, let in by the wide open main door.
